sam's eyebrows furrowed and she looked away from her book, dog-earing the page and setting it aside in search of whatever was making the tapping noise she kept hearing. she wrapped the blanket around herself tighter and padded around her room, looking in the corners and underneath furniture until she realized it was coming from her window. grabbing the ruler from her desk, she hid it behind her back and cautiously peeked behind her curtains, only to find her goofball boyfriend standing on the back patio underneath the flood lights. a stupid but cute smile was etched across his face.

she opened her windows with a creak, wincing at the loud sound. another rock landed on the siding of her house, narrowly missing her head. "michael, what are you doing?" she whisper-yelled. "what if you broke my window?!"

michael started laughing below her. "i wouldn't be paying for it if i did! what do you want me to do, sammy? throw socks?"

"please," sam chuckled, smiling at his dopey grin.

"aw, but that wouldn't have caught your attention!" michael argues. a light breeze ruffled the trees, making sam's hair whip around. goosebumps rose on michael's skin. "hey, let me in, will you?" he hollers up, adjusting the snapback on his now black hair.

sam had to admit, she liked this color more than any of the other ones. it made his eyes pop and his smile seem brighter. with a sigh, she yelled back 'fine!' with fake annoyance.

"wait, i have food! lower the basket!" sam did as told, slowly letting the woven basket get closer to michael. this had become routine for michael -- showing up in her backyard, that is, with food. it was when he didn't feel like being grilled by sam's parents and the two wanted some alone time just for themselves. sometimes michael came with items too big to hold in his hands as he climbed up the tree next to her window, so he bought a rope and a basket and made a little pully out of it. michael sat three small boxes in the basket and sam pulled it up, giggling as michael scaled up the tree.

he was on the branch across from her window when sam had sat the basket on her bed, and when she turned around, michael was sitting on her windowsill casually. there was a light in his eye. he was so happy in this moment, staring at his girlfriend in awe. he made grabby hands for her, making sam roll her eyes at his childish antics but still walk into his open arms. he stood up and enveloped her in a hug with his entire body, hands splaying out over her shoulders and holding her close. he kissed her forehead gently and mumbled a 'hi' into her hair before pulling away from the embrace.

sam shut the window behind him and plopped down on her bed, michael following suit. she pulled out the first box from the basket and opened it. then she groaned. "michael, seriously?" she whined, nose turning up at the sight of pizza. "again? you're trying to make me fat!"

michael jutted out his bottom lip. "but baby, these are special pizzas! look at them!" he pulled out the last two boxes, opening them as well. "look, they're heart shaped! and they even have cute little heart pepperonis! and i even bought you breadsticks just incase you didn't want the pizza!"

sam tried her best to look mad at him, but it faltered when michael leaned forward, looking directly into her eyes and rubbing their noses together before tracing his along her cheek and planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth. she shrugged, blowing a stray hair out of her face and taking a piece of her food.

"i guess you're okay." she decided, biting into the warm dough. "this pizza's better though."

"aw, are you gonna replace me with the pizza?"

"i might if you keep throwing rocks at my window. pizza wouldn't do that."

"pft, whatever." michael scoffed, nudging sam with his shoulder. she boxed her food back up and laid back on her bed, staring at her white ceiling. michael's eyes focused on the strip of skin between her shirt and shorts, imagining how soft he knows it is. he finished his slice and dusted his hands off, falling into the same position as his girlfriend and slinging an arm around her shoulders, so her head rested on his forearm. "whatcha thinking about?"

"us, and stuff." sam answered vaguely, her hand finding his and twisting their fingers together. she absentmindedly rubbed her thumb over his knuckles and a comfortable silence fell between the two. sam was looking at the ceiling still, but michael was looking at her. he sponged soft kisses to her jaw, below her ear, and the corner of her mouth before working his way down to her neck. she squealed and pushed him away, wiping at her skin and laughing. "you licked me! go away, you're gross!"

"you're mean!" michael fought back, standing up and looking around her room. he admired himself in the mirror first, with sam oh-so-kindly giving her input with saying such as moving your hair to the side won't make you cute! and maybe you should start wearing eyeliner again, you know. he flipped her off behind him and she bit his finger playfully, going back to reading her book.

michael's eyes swept over her desk and they locked in on an envelope peeking out from under a book. he tugged it out, reading the address. "hey, babe, what's this?" he asked, holding it out for sam to see. sam looked up from the novel in her lap and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, becoming nervous.

"oh, it's nothing. don't worry about it." she waved her hand as if it would make the question go away. michael opened the already ripped open envelope and skimmed his eyes over it. he looked back up at her with wide eyes. "i'm sorry, i meant to tell you." sam mumbled with wandering eyes.

"you got accepted, sam! why didn't you tell me?" he asked happily, and sam looked taken aback.

she cuddled the blanket around her tighter. "why are you so happy? it means we're gonna be apart, michael." sam ground out, not really wanting to talk about the topic of college at 11:45 pm.

he sat down on the bed next to her and shook his head no. "no it doesn't." michael smiled. "'cause guess what?"

"what?"

"i got accepted too!"

sam jumped up and tackled her boyfriend, surprise all over both of their faces. michael was laying down with sam straddling him, her tiny hands on his biceps as she pressed her lips all over his face. "i didn't know you were applying there!" she mumbled inbetween kisses.

he laughed when her hair tickled his cheek, eyes squeezing shut. his hands found her hips on instinct and pulled her shirt up a little bit to rub circles on her skin. "i wanted it to be a surprise, baby."

"and all this time i've been worrying about us being separated, you've been hiding this from me!" sam scolded, pulling the snapback off his head and placing it on her own. he hit the bill of it so it covered her eyes. "you suck." she stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend and tossed the cap to the side.

"well, hey, you don't have to worry about that anymore." he smiled sheepishly underneath her. "we're going to college together and you can actually come sleep over now and we'll hang out all the time and i'll be able to kiss you in front of all the new people, and i'll be like, 'look what a cute face i'm kissing!' and everyone will be jealous. i know it." he stated proudly, hands snaking underneath the back of sam's shirt as he leaned up to kiss just her top lip gently.

"and then we can eventually move into our own apartment together and we can have sex wherever we want because no one can walk in on us." michael added, making sam blush as she remembered his mom walking in on things getting heated between them a couple months ago. "and eventually i'll impregnate you. and we'll have a little baby clifford, and move into an actual house and have, like, twenty more."

sam sat upright from her position of laying on michael's chest. "oh no no no, i'm not popping out twenty kids. you're crazy if you think we're going to even have enough sex to create twenty kids!" she shook her head, very serious about this. "i'll die, michael! i'll be dying and i'll have to go to the hospital and they'll ask me what happened, and i'll have to say my husband wanted to have sex all the time to create eighteen more kids!"

michael's laughed loudly and latched his lips to her neck to soothingly kiss her worries away. "don't worry, babe, i'm just messing around. i don't want twenty kids, i want... maybe two."

"one."

"two."

"how about none?" sam chuckled, running her fingers through michael's hair, making him hum.

"no! we're going to make cute little babies samantha mae hodgens." he said sternly, opening his eyes. he looked around them and noticed the time on her alarm clock. tightening his grip around her, he told her to look. "it's 11:59," he grinned lazily, massaging sam's lower back the way she liked.

she looked at him quizzically. "so?" she then looked over at her calendar and realized. "oh, it's--" sam started, but michael cut her off with a slow kiss that started off passionate but rapidly increased to something heated. a small whimper fell from sam's throat when michael's lips left hers.

michael checked the time again. "it's 12:01 now."

sam laid down on michael's chest, her body on top of his. she traced patterns on his upper arm while he rubbed her sides up and down comfortingly. "happy one year, baby." michael whispered next to her ear, making sam shiver.

"happy one year, delivery boy." she snickered.

"oh god, not that again!"

a/n; THE END

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